


never not

by yanori



Category: GOT7
Genre: Angst, Bittersweet, Breakup, Hurt, Idol Life, Jealousy, Love, M/M, Oneshot, Pining, Reality, Slice of Life, basically mark’s not over jackson and it’s essentially his fault, fights in bathrooms cuz that’s dramatic, jinson, markson, songfic???
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-08-24
Updated: 2020-08-24
Packaged: 2021-03-07 02:54:06
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,379
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26079805
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/yanori/pseuds/yanori
Summary: mark knew he didn’t deserve jackson. but god, did he want him.*****in which markson was an unspoken, deeper relationship behind the scenes and mark never wanted to talk about it. until now, that is. now there was jinyoung, and mark had more than enough to say to jackson. he just knew it was too late.(inspired by lauv’s song ‘never not’)
Relationships: Mark Tuan/Jackson Wang, Markson - Relationship, Park Jinyoung/Jackson Wang
Comments: 4
Kudos: 41





	never not

**Author's Note:**

> this is kind of a mess and mostly just a drabble bc i always wonder what happened to markson after hard carry era, but it’s 5,000 words so i figured it’s kind of a waste not to post it. hopefully some of y’all will enjoy it! i apologize if you don’t lol.

mark missed jackson. a lot.

he was pretty sure he always missed jackson. he had missed him when he was away doing solo promotions, and he missed him even when they were doing group promotions. he missed him even when they were in the same country, when they were in the same room. everything was the same, including mark’s detachment from the man he so desperately wanted to be attached to. everything was the same, but so,  _ so _ different. 

it would always be different. mark wasn’t denying that and he knew jackson wouldn’t either, but a part of him wondered if that’s why they’d become so distant for the last three years. if the reason why they had such a divide between them now was because they knew. 

he knew the main reason why. of course he did, but there were other bigger, deeper issues and emotions that made jackson hold mark at a distance and caused mark to do the same in return.  _ especially _ mark in return. 

it happened more frequently than not– mark was guilty of it and he knew it. but he also wouldn’t deny that he felt like he only belonged and had only belonged in one place within jackson’s heart, and that was it. now that he was pushed out from that spot and replaced, he didn’t know how to approach him.

he guessed that maybe things could have been better if he’d talked to jackson about it when the divide began. if he’d just manned up and gotten over it when everything had reached a breaking point three years ago, maybe they wouldn’t be stuck where they were now. if he could muster up the courage even  _ now _ to get over how much time had passed and just  _ talk _ to jackson responsibly, maybe things could be fixed. 

but he couldn’t. for more reasons than just one, honestly, but there was one obvious reason, and was as plain as day to him and anyone else.

park jinyoung. 

that reason was even more evident now, as jackson sat suffocatingly close to jinyoung on the only couch in their cramped waiting room, and mark was forced to watch. 

it wasn’t that he minded if any of the members want to be in a relationship, be it with one another or anyone outside of the group. he didn’t mind pda that much either– although he would admit that enough was enough– because he understood. he had been in situations where he ached to display his affection in public. he had wanted to claim and protect and make sure that everyone who saw knew exactly where they stood. he could understand others feeling the same way, and for the most part, he didn’t mind. but this? this was different. this was too relatable, too real. this was jackson, and that fact alone made it a completely different subject altogether.

he tried not to pay attention to it. he really tried not to, scrolling aimlessly through news articles and instagram posts and various tweets to try and distract himself, but it didn't work. it didn’t work now and it had never worked before, even when jinyoung hadn’t been a part of the problem, and he knew it. he couldn’t not pay attention to jackson wang when the man was in the vicinity, and he especially couldn’t ignore it when his two band mates flared up his jealousy so so easily. they seemed completely oblivious, as well, and it only made things worse. 

he was hyper aware of every movement jackson made towards jinyoung. he was horrified and anxious and  _ angry  _ about every single one of them, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. he could only sit in his styling chair as the makeup artists and hair stylist continued to tend to him for an agonizingly extended period of time, all the while jackson doted on jinyoung right in front of mark. like he didn’t even exist. like  _ they _ hadn’t even existed. which they hadn’t, technically. but at the same time, they had. it was all so confusing and at the end of the day, mark decided that maybe that was another reason why he couldn’t bring himself to even begin to think about approaching jackson about it. well, at least not civilly. there were plenty of other ways he wanted to approach him, but none of them would go well and he knew it.

so he could only watch as the other boy gave jinyoung his sickeningly sweet smile, the genuine one that mark knew was reserved for only true beauty in the chinese man’s eyes. he thought he remembered jackson looking at him like that at one point. had he? looking back now, maybe mark imagined it.

he fought back the urge to yell or cry (or both?) as jackson lifted his arm to rest it on the back of the couch behind jinyoung, to scoot closer to him and tilt his body so he covered one side of the boy like a protective shield. he continued to fight the same urge when jackson laughed– no,  _ cackled  _ at something jinyoung said, something mark hadn’t caught even despite the small room because of how quietly the other two were speaking. like they were sharing secrets and didn’t want anyone else to hear, and they probably were. mark wouldn’t have been surprised, but it didn’t make him feel any less like he wanted to rush over and demand they let him hear all of it, just so he could tell them it was all bullshit.

but he wouldn’t. he would never sabotage or hurt their relationship in any way, just because he was hurt. it was way out of line, and even though everyone in the group knew of his and jackson’s history and knew of his jealous streak, it wouldn’t ever justify anything like that. not to jackson, not to jinyoung. not to anyone in the band. not even to mark himself.

but jackson looked at jinyoung like he was his world. he laughed at him like he was his world, talked to him and about him that way. jackson cared about him that way, and jinyoung clearly enjoyed the attention. he always reciprocated it and showered jackson in his own thoughtful gestures, and even though it wasn’t as overwhelming to mark as the way jackson treated jinyoung, it didn’t mean he didn’t notice it. he still picked up on every little thing, recognized every single change in the atmosphere between them when they were focused on one another. all because he remembered how it felt when he’d had that, and he hated it. it felt all too personal.

he wished it would go away. he wished his inner pain and turmoil would quit pulling at his gut every time he saw them, wished he could stop crying himself to sleep at night when he thought about it too much. sometimes he even prayed he could get rid of all the memories of him and jackson just to be free of it all, but those occasions were rare, and whenever he genuinely thought about doing so, it made everything worse and he cried about it anyway. 

he just wished he could stop being jealous. he wanted to let it go and be happy, let jackson be happy. and jinyoung. he hated feeling like he had to wreck, to break, to shatter everything jackson had with jinyoung, just so he could to feel better. all because jackson had destroyed everything he had with him. because mark had destroyed everything they had, too. continued to destroy everything they had, just with his thoughts alone.

but how could he forget? how could he ignore something so impactful to him? it had been powerful then and it still was now, pulling at his heart strings when he expected it the least and when he expected it the most. his memories of jackson would never mean anything less to him, and if he’d grown to accept one thing over the past three years, sadly it had been that. the one thing he wished he didn’t have to accept. the one thing he wished he could ignore, but at the same time, the one thing never wanted to forget. 

in reality, mark didn’t really know how to reflect or look back on everything that he’d had with jackson in a healthy way. he knew the memories and feelings weren’t going to go away, but as far as he was concerned, that also meant the pain wouldn’t ever go away, either. 

what he and jackson had been was something so special to him. although they’d never discussed it in detail and nothing had ever been set in stone, back then, mark had remembered how secure jackson made him feel. he was so comfortable and confident in their relationship and he thought jackson had been, too. jackson had always acted like he had been.

jackson had been mark’s first love. mark wouldn’t deny now or ever that he had fallen in love with jackson through the first few years spent together after and before their debut. he was the first boy mark had ever felt attracted to, the first boy that mark had ever kissed. the first boy that mark had ever done anything past kissing with. he was mark’s first with everything, both as a boy and just as a person mark cared about and adored. he had never cherished anyone more, never even come close to falling for anyone more than he had for jackson. 

but in the beginning, because jackson had been a boy and because mark himself was a boy, mark had trouble. 

mark’s sister was gay. he knew that and he accepted it. he accepted anyone else who was gay, or bisexual, or lesbian or anything. it didn’t matter to him, as long as his friends and family and even strangers were happy and living their life. he would stand up for them, just like he always had for his sister.

but things were different when it came to himself. he didn’t know how he felt. he didn’t know if he was straight, or gay, or bi, and jackson didn’t help. mark was attracted to him and always had been, but the realization and admittance of that brought on so many different emotions and questions mark could only answer through himself. at the end of the day, he hadn’t known any of the answers. 

that’s where he and jackson had run into their main problem. 

jackson was confident in himself. mark had never heard the other boy proclaim his specific sexuality in any way, but he’d heard multiple times from the boy that he didn’t care exactly who he ended up with. he would be with who he wanted to regardless of any other factor, and that was only made clear when it came to mark. mark was a shy, queer boy who didn’t know how to handle feelings– let alone express them– and jackson knew how to handle and express them all too well. 

but jackson, at first at least, hadn’t seemed to care. he acted precisely like how he had explained himself before when it came to relationships. he would love who he wanted without taking into account factors he deemed irrelevant. one of those factors seemed to be mark’s confusion, because although mark didn’t know how to verbally express what he wanted or admit anything, it was more than easy to fall into jackson’s arms after a long day and let absolutely anything happen without complaint. jackson never seemed to mind. as long as jackson would have him, mark would come crawling to him, no matter how messy things got in his head every single time. 

but that was how things  _ seemed _ . mark had learned more than he’d expected over the years that what he assumed and expected out of things, usually turned out to be completely different than reality– more times than not. 

jackson loved mark. not anymore, but then he had and mark knew that. it was clear as day without him having to say a word, and even though mark didn’t know himself at the time, he thought his affection and appreciation for jackson had been clear, too. he thought jackson knew how much he loved him, too. but mark acted too little on the things that mattered and too much on the things that didn’t. 

“do you love me? like, really love me?”

mark still remembered jackson’s words like they were yesterday.the mandarin still cut through his mind like a knife, and he hated it. he’d always considered himself to have a pretty shit memory, but that was only when it came to things he actually needed to remember. irrelevant things always stayed. painful things like  _ this _ always stayed. 

“i… i don’t know. i think so..?” 

he’d been stupid. he’d answered stupidly. stupid stupid stupid. 

“yien, listen… i know you don’t like to talk about it, but… if you don’t know then i can’t do this anymore.”

jackson looked destroyed then. they’d had a long day full of schedules, and mark knew jackson was tired. he had started to get more and more tired those days. he worked hard and in mark’s opinion, he did a bit too much. but he knew jackson was passionate. 

“gaga, i swear, you know i care about you. just give me time, please. i’m confused. everything’s a mess.” 

mark was tired, too. too tired to think. he’d said everything wrong then.  _ everything _ . 

“what’s a mess? we are?”

“i don’t know, everything is! i am. i’m a mess. please, i need time.” 

“i’ve given you time! i’ve been dancing around you for more than a year now, and every time i work up enough courage to try to make you talk, you shut down like this. i can’t do this if it’s for nothing. i can’t give you my all if you don’t know if you want it, mark. i can’t love you if i know you don’t love me, and right now that’s what it feels like.”

“i just want you, jackson. i always want you.”

there was more he should have said. more he needed to say then, and he hadn’t. 

“but do you love me?”

always more he should have said. 

silence ensued after the question was asked a second time. jackson chuckled lightly and shook his head, like he was expecting it. 

“that’s what i thought. i’m sorry, mark. i can’t do it anymore.” 

and he left. 

mark would do anything to change the outcome of that day. that hour, that conversation, that minute, that second. that moment when jackson turned away from him without looking back. it was funny how not a word had been spoken about their relationship after that, yet it was still rare when there was a day where mark didn’t think about it. 

sometimes mark wondered if maybe he would have come to jackson when he figured it all out if things would have changed. he wondered if those months after– when jackson still hadn’t yet clung to jinyoung, when mark finally admitted to himself that he was bi– if he would have just told jackson he loved him, maybe things would be different. maybe they would be together even better than they had been before, and things would be okay. more than okay. great, fantastic, a dream. more than anything mark ever wanted in his life.

but then and even now, mark questioned whether he even deserved that. after all he had put jackson through, was he worthy of his affection? his unending love, his passion, his overflowing desire to nurture and care and love. mark was too selfish to deserve any of it. if he was selfish enough to even imagine breaking jinyoung and jackson up, selfish enough to only care about his own feelings without compromising on what jackson might have wanted to… then why would he ever deserve someone like jackson? someone as precious and gentle and rare as jackson? never. he never would and he knew it. 

he didn’t know if the admittance of that made it better or worse. somewhere deep down he’d known he never deserved it and maybe that was why he’d never gone back to him to fix things. but  _ god _ he’d wanted to, so bad. he still wanted to. 

watching jackson and jinyoung started a fire in him that was hard to douse. although mark considered himself a pretty pitiful person, that pity sadly included his raging jealousy just as much as it did his frequent moping. 

he couldn’t stop a glare from forming on his face as he watched them. they were laughing again, jinyoung giving that stupid crinkly-eye-hand-over-mouth laugh that mark had grown to hate exclusively when it was in the vicinity of jackson. he knew he had absolutely no right to be angry or hurt or upset, but his heart tugged and pulled and  _ pulled _ and it was so hard to ignore. it hurt too bad if he ignored it. 

“you’re all set, mark.” the stylist finally spoke, and mark almost jumped out his seat, because at the same time jackson glanced at him and he felt caught. he felt ashamed and embarrassed, but his frustration returned with a vengeance almost immediately afterwards. he knew he deserved it, so why did he have to give a shit? why couldn’t he be angry? why did he always have to care? it’s not like it affected anyone else as long as he wasn’t attacking them. jackson and jinyoung were happy, and mark was broken and still breaking. what was it to them?

mark had always hidden his jealousy. always. he bottled it up and held it back and acted like he didn’t care, but if nothing would change anyway, then what was the point? mark would never have jackson. if he was happy with jinyoung, then why did mark have to worry? they’d always be happy together no matter what he did, so it didn’t matter. why was he making it matter?

mark gripped the armrests on his chair and held jackson’s gaze. his surprised expression turned to a flash of pain, then his eyes softened for just a second before hardening back into a glare. it didn’t matter. he didn’t have to tell jackson why he was mad, even though he knew jackson would know anyway. he wouldn’t care. he had jinyoung now. there was no time left for mark and he couldn’t take it.

so he got up just as jackson was about to speak, marching right past the man and jinyoung to open the door. jackson looked up at him, his brows furrowed in sympathy, but mark barely caught the look as he pulled at the handle. and then, he swiftly and briskly– slammed the door behind him.

he knew it was obnoxious and unnecessary. he knew he should have thanked his stylists and he knew he shouldn’t have done something like that when it would be so clear to jackson  _ why _ , but in the moment, he couldn’t find it in himself care. the tingling under his skin and the ringing in his ears from the rush of the action felt better than the ache of his heart earlier, and he soaked in all of it as he rushed through the hall. 

he didn’t even notice he was sweating until he shoved open the bathroom door, walking over to the sinks to grip the edge of the counter there. only then did he feel the droplets of sweat drip down his neck and forehead as he leaned over the porcelain, and he wiped at it hastily with the back of his hand. 

they had a performance soon. mark still had to be back to get his makeup done, but in the moment, he didn’t know how he would be able to walk back into that styling room and face what he’d been facing for the last hour. he didn’t think he was strong enough, or capable enough. he’d just made a fool of himself and he absolutely knew that. 

he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes floated over his ghostly form. he was small. small and bony and hollow, and he wasn’t as good as jinyoung. he knew he wasn’t. jinyoung was everything any guy could want to be, with the charms and all. but mark? he didn’t look like anything. he  _ wasn’t _ anything. mark was only a mess, and although he’d love to blame jackson and he’d love to blame jinyoung even more, it was his own fault. everything was his own fault. 

he slammed his palms down on the counter, balling his hands up into fists as he shut his eyes tightly. he’d handled himself for years since jackson walked away. he’d dealt with everything, and he’d managed to handle jinyoung’s new position with the other chinese man just fine for months. why was this so hard? why did it all feel like it was crashing down and why did mark feel so  _ hopeless _ ? 

“mark?”

mark’s eyes shot open immediately. 

was that the last, or the only voice he wanted to hear right now? 

“mark, are you okay?” 

mark shut his eyes again, hoping maybe if he shut them tight enough and held them closed for long enough, maybe he would go away. maybe it would all go away, and mark would be back in LA. in a completely different spot, in a completely different career. someplace where he didn’t feel so at a loss and so overwhelmed by his own mistakes and faults.

he felt a hand on his shoulder and it felt like his skin was burning. 

“mark, talk to me–“

“i don’t want to talk right now.” mark sputtered to jackson, leaning his forehead onto the porcelain. he didn’t have to talk. he never had to talk. he never wanted to talk when it came down to it. when he was faced with the potential impact of his own words head on, he never wanted to speak. the want came later. but now? he didn’t want to say a word. jackson didn’t get to decide when he wanted to hear him and mark didn’t get to decide when he wanted to say something. fear did that for him. 

jackson’s didn’t lift from his shoulder. mark wanted it gone, wanted it off because it felt like it was sizzling into his skin and mark felt hot and clammy and dizzy, but the hand didn’t leave. instead, it started to move along the muscle just outside mark’s shoulder blade, and mark couldn’t hold himself back from choking out a sob, quickly lifting himself from the counter as he shoved jackson’s hand away from him. he backed into the corner between the sink counter and the wall, digging his nails into his palms as he locked his eyes with jackson’s, breathing heavily. 

“don’t touch me. just… just don’t, okay? just don’t.” mark stumbled on his words, swaying on his feet slightly until he leaned some of his weight against the sink. 

“mark, i’m sorry. just let me help you.” jackson said, and based on the look in his eyes mark knew jackson knew. he was conscious of every reason mark was breaking down, and even though the tension was years old, it had never gone away. it had only been covered up and brushed over, and there’d been more than enough storms for the unpacked dirt to lift. 

“i don’t want your help.” mark spat, ignoring the way the way tears were already blurring his vision. he wanted jackson to leave and get out so he could breakdown and then pull himself back together like he always did. then they could go back to life as usual. he didn’t want jackson more involved. he was already involved.  _ too _ involved, and this was too much. 

“you don’t want it, but you need it. you can’t keep doing this, mark. i can’t let you keep doing this.” jackson said, and mark’s chest constricted with the way jackson’s expression shifted. how dare jackson look at him like that? like he cared, when mark knew he didn’t. “i’m sick of this rift between us. open up to me. be honest with me.”

be honest? open up? why? it’s not like anything would change. not like jackson would leave jinyoung, not like he would be able to comfort mark the way he wanted it. jackson said mark needed his help, and maybe mark did. but not the kind of help jackson thought he needed.

“please leave me alone.” mark begged weakly, dragging in stuttering breaths as if it would help to lift the weight settling on his chest. 

“no. i need you to talk to me, i’m not just going to let you stay silent this time, we have to do something, yien, please. you were my best friend, and now there’s a rift and i miss you.“ jackson rambled desperately, his eyes shaking as he looked over mark.

but mark couldn’t handle it. couldn’t handle any of it, and he definitely couldn’t handle being called  _ yien _ . hearing those syllables fall from jackson’s lips again broke him, and he stiffened at the sound, choking out another sob before he responded. 

“don’t you dare call me that! you have no.. no fucking  _ right _ !” mark sobbed, and it took everything in him to not reach up and mess up his freshly styled hair. “i was more than your best friend and you know it. you know exactly why there’s a rift and there always will be. you left. you wanted it there.”

mark knew jackson hadn’t wanted any of that. jackson wanted a strong relationship, a confident relationship. he wanted that with mark, and mark wouldn’t give it to him. he gave jackson no choice, but mark felt so vulnerable in front of jackson and he wanted him so bad and he knew he couldn’t have him. if he couldn’t have him anyway, then why would he bring that pain closer? why would he close that rift when doing so would only bring him closer to the fire on the other side? it was the only thing stopping him from burning. 

mark laughed harshly, more tears spilling over as he closed his eyes for to shake his head and then looked back up at jackson a moment later. “i was never enough for you, was i? i know that, jackson. you don’t have to sugar coat it and pretend like this isn’t exactly where you wanted to end up. like you aren’t perfectly happy with jinyoung, and i’m just an inconvenience.” 

“what?” jackson said, a bit shocked by mark’s words at first. mark could tell they hurt. all of it hurt.

good. 

jackson’s eyebrows furrowed and mark could tell he was frustrated as he answered. “you’re kidding. i  _ wanted  _ it there?! i never wanted it there! it’s been years, mark.  _ years _ , and you have never opened up to me once. but  _ i’m  _ the one who wanted the rift?!”

jackson scoffed in disbelief, surprised by mark’s sudden flare and even more infuriated by the mention of jinyoung. mark could see it in his eyes. “and don’t you dare bring jinyoungie into this. i have every right to be with him and he has every right to be with me.  _ you’re  _ the one who never wanted anyone to know, anyway. he has nothing to do with this.”

“he has everything to do with this!” mark shouted back. he knew he was being irrational now. he was losing it and he knew nothing he was saying was true, but he couldn’t do anything else but push on. “you were just waiting for me to get out of your way and now you have the nerve to come and act like you care. go back to  _ park gae _ and live your perfect, amazing life. i’m out of your way now.”

“that’s not what this is about.” jackson insisted, pushing through his frustration about jinyoung and mark hated it. mark wanted him to be mad, wanted him to believe that mark was angry because jinyoung had taken his place and not because mark was angry about taking it away from himself. devastated about taking it from himself. “i know that isn’t what this is about. stop playing a game, mark. i haven’t held what happened between us against you and i won’t. why are you still hanging onto it?”

“shut up! it is what it’s about. jinyoung sucks.” mark said weakly, even though he knew he was spewing bullshit. it was all bullshit. mark’s whole life was bullshit.

“mark. stop that.” jackson warned, although mark could see his expression soften slightly because he did know that’s not what this was about. he knew for sure, and it was only made clear by mark’s weak responses. but mark was determined. he wanted jackson to leave and he wanted to be by himself and he pushed on, glaring at jackson even though his tears didn’t stop.

“you suck! you suck, and jinyoung sucks, and everything sucks. it all sucks.” mark continued, although by the end he was just a mess again and he cut himself off with another sob. “i suck. i really suck, gaga.” 

jackson’s nickname slipped of mark’s tongue with ease for the first time in years. if jackson minded, he didn’t say anything, only moving forward to wrap his arms around mark in a hug as mark buried his face in the other man’s shoulder. 

if jackson left it would make this easier. but in reality, mark knew he didn’t want him to leave and he never had. he just didn’t ever know how to make him stay. 

“i love you. i love you so much it hurts.” mark cried against jackson’s skin, admitting the last thing he wanted to admit to anyone. admitting the thing he should have admitted to so long ago. the thing that didn’t matter to anyone but mark now. 

he knew jackson didn’t love him back anymore. he loved jinyoung, and there was nothing either of them could do about that. but mark loved jackson, and he always would. always always would. 

“i know you do. i know.” jackson responded, petting mark’s hair, and it made mark cry even harder because it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. he wanted to hear jackson say that he loved him again, would give anything to hear what he heard six years ago. but he knew this was the only thing he would get, and he had to be okay with that. “it’s okay. it’s gonna be okay.” 

mark shook his head, balling up jackson’s shirt in his hands. right now he wanted to deny it. wanted to do everything in his power to deny it, but ultimately he knew jackson was right. it would be okay. one day, it would be okay. 

jackson would always hold a special place in mark’s heart, and he had. he would never not think of jackson. never not love him, and adore him, and wish things could have been different. but life was life and life goes on, and mark was aware of that. one day it would be okay, and this wasn’t the end of the world. but at least he said it. at least he knew. jackson knew, and even though they would never be what either of them had hoped they would be those six years ago, they were still markson and mark would never let that go. he wouldn’t let himself let that go. 

right now he loved jackson. he would never not love jackson, but he wouldn’t always  _ love _ jackson. not like this. not forever. 

“to the room

in my heart with the memories we made

nights on fifth, in between b and a

there’s no way i could ever forget

for as long as i live and as long as i love

i will never not think about you

you

i will never not think about you

from the moment i loved

i knew you were the one

and no matter whatever i do

i will never not think about you.

didn’t we have fun?”

lauv - never not

**Author's Note:**

> i may or may not have cried at the end of this so if it’s really messy that’s why but yoikes. if you got this far that means you at least weren’t repulsed by my writing so thank you so much. <3 i hope you all are staying healthy and if you're going back to school i wish you good luck with studies! i believe in you all. :)


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